English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Knowlwood. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Knowlwood I don’t want to sleep abrode, John, I do like my hwomeward road, John; An’ like the sound o’ Knowlwood bells the best. Zome would rove vrom pleäce to pleäce, John, Zome would goo from feäce to feäce, John, But I […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Vier-zide. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Vier-zide ’Tis zome vo’ks jaÿ to teäke the road, An’ goo abro’d, a-wand’rèn wide, Vrom shere to shere, vrom pleäce to pleäce, The swiftest peäce that vo’k can ride. But I’ve a jaÿ ’ithin the door, Wi’ friends avore the vier-zide. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Slow to come, quick agone. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Slow to come, quick agone Ah! there’s a house that I do know Besouth o’ yonder trees, Where northern winds can hardly blow But in a softest breeze. An’ there woonce sounded zongs an’ teäles Vrom vaïce o’ maïd or youth, An’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Our abode in Arby Wood. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Our abode in Arby Wood Though ice do hang upon the willows Out bezide the vrozen brook, An’ storms do roar above our pillows, Drough the night, ’ithin our nook; Our evenèn he’th’s a-glowèn warm, Drough wringèn vrost, an’ roarèn storm. Though […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Linden on the Lawn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Linden on the Lawn No! Jenny, there’s noo pleäce to charm My mind lik’ yours at Woakland farm, A-peärted vrom the busy town, By longsome miles ov aïry down, Where woonce the meshy wall did gird Your flow’ry geärden, an’ the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Poplars. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Poplars If theäse day’s work an’ burnèn sky ’V’a-zent hwome you so tired as I, Let’s zit an’ rest ’ithin the screen O’ my wold bow’r upon the green; Where I do goo myself an’ let The evenèn aiër cool my […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Waterspring in the Leäne. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Waterspring in the Leäne Oh! aye! the spring ’ithin the leäne, A-leäden down to Lyddan Brook; An’ still a-nesslèn in his nook, As weeks do pass, an’ moons do weäne. Nwone the drier, Nwone the higher, Nwone the nigher to the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Cheval-Glass. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Cheval-Glass Why do you harbour that great cheval-glass Filling up your narrow room? You never preen or plume, Or look in a week at your full-length figure - Picture of bachelor gloom! ‘Well, when I dwelt in ancient England, Renting the […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 10. On Dover Cliffs. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 10. On Dover Cliffs On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Rear their o’er-shadowing heads, and at their feet Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat, Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood; And, whilst the listed […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 3. O thou, whose stern command and precepts pure. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 3. O thou, whose stern command and precepts pure O thou, whose stern command and precepts pure (Tho’ agony in every vein should start, And slowly drain the blood-drops from the heart) Have bade the patient spirit still endure; Thou, who […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 14. On a Distant View of England. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 14. On a Distant View of England Ah! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, ALBION! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear Far o’er the wave, and their proud summits rear To meet the beams of morn) my beating heart, […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 8. To the River Itchin, near Winton. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 8. To the River Itchin, near Winton Itchin, when I, behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast, On which the self-same tints still seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shiv’ring sense of pain? Is it, […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 1. As slow I climb the cliff’s ascending side. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 1. As slow I climb the cliff’s ascending side As slow I climb the cliff’s ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o’er the dark wave rode the howling blast, Pleas’d I look back, and view the […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. When Guildford Good Our Pilot Stood. Роберт Бернс. «Был Гилфорд-лорд, наш добрый Норт…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * A FRAGMENT When Guildford good our Pilot stood, An’ did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within America, man: Then up they gat the maskin-pat, And in the sea did jaw, man; An’ did nae […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. There Was a Lass, and She Was Fair. Роберт Бернс. «На свете девушка жила, она красавицей была…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * There was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk and market to be seen; When a’ the fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonnie Jean. And aye she wrought her mammie’s wark, And aye she sang sae […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Ten Thousand Men a Day. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Ten Thousand Men a Day All the world was wearying, All the world was sad; Everything was shadow-filled; Things were going bad. Then a rumour stirred all hearts As a wind stirs trees— Ten thousand men a day Coming over seas! Soon […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Song of the Allies. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Song of the Allies We are the Allies of God to-day, And the width of the earth is our right of way. Let no man question or ask us why, As we speed to answer a wild world cry; Let no man […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Deep unto Deep Was Calling. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Deep unto Deep Was Calling They rode through the bannered city— The King and the Commoner, And the hopes of the world were with them, And the heart of the world was astir. For the moss-grown walls seemed falling That have shut away […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Song of the Soldier’s Wifes. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Song of the Soldier’s Wifes I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at that bygone time? No more to go away from us And stay from us? - Dawn, hold […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Stanzas Written on the Road Between Florence and Pisa. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Стансы, написанные по дороге между Флоренцией и Пизой
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Stanzas Written on the Road Between Florence and Pisa Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The German Fleet. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The German Fleet Lie down, and let the billows hide your shame, Oh, shorn and naked outcast of the seas! You who confided to each ocean breeze Your coming conquests, and made loud acclaim Of your own grandeur and exalted fame; You who […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Ode to the British Fleet. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Ode to the British Fleet ‘Invisible and silent’—Mystery Surrounded that great Guardian of the Sea. That Father—Mother—of the mighty main. While loud in valley and on field and hill— And over anguished plain The battles thundered. God himself is still And hidden from […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Men of the Sea. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Men of the Sea Many the songs of the brave boys sent Over The Top in the battle’s thunder; But mine is the song of the men who went Over the top of the waves—and under. Men of the sea, Men of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Brave Highland Laddies. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Brave Highland Laddies I had seen our splendid soldiers in their khaki uniforms, And their leaders with a Sam Brown belt; I had seen the fighting Britons and Colonials in swarms, I had seen the blue-clad Frenchmen, and I felt That the […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Fair Rosamond. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Fair Rosamond You’ve heard of King Henry II And the story of how he got fond, Of one of his customer’s daughters, A lass called, ‘The Fair Rosamond’. ‘Twere a lovely romance while it lasted, The course of true love ran […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Three Ha’Pence a Foot. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Three Ha’Pence a Foot I’ll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; ’Is name, it were Sam Oglethwaite. In a shop on the banks of the Irwell, Old Sam […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. The Runcorn Ferry. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) The Runcorn Ferry On the banks of the Mersey, o’er on Cheshire side, Lies Runcorn that’s best known to fame By Transporter Bridge as takes folks over t’stream, Or else brings them back across same. In days afore […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. The Jubilee Sov’reign. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) The Jubilee Sov’reign On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert’s grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was she. She’d seen Queen Victoria’s accession And `er wedding to Albert (the Good) But she […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. The Channel Swimmer. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) The Channel Swimmer Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, Then hark to the tale of Joe Lee. Our Channel, our own Straits of Dover Had heen swum […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. The Burghers of Calais. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) The Burghers of Calais It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground- And King Edward went out with his soldiers To clean up the places around. The first place they came to were […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Psalm 7. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Psalm 7 God’s care of his people. My trust is in my heav’nly Friend, My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood. With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. The Battle of Hastings. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) The Battle of Hastings I’ll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of England, And ’Arold got shot in the eye. It were this way – one day in […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Sam’s Christmas Pudding. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Sam’s Christmas Pudding It was Christmas Day in the trenches In Spain in Penninsular War, And Sam Small were cleaning his musket A thing as he’d ne’re done before. They’d had ’em inspected that morning And Sam had got into disgrace, For […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Sam Goes to It. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Sam Goes to It Sam Small had retired from the Army, In the old Duke of Wellington’s time, So when present unpleasantness started, He were what you might call… past his prime. He’d lived for some years in retirement, And knew nowt of […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Marksman Sam. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Marksman Sam When Sam Small joined the regiment, ’E were no’ but a raw recruit, And they marched ’im away one wint’ry day, ’Is musket course to shoot. They woke ’im up at the crack o’ dawn, Wi’ many a nudge and […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. The Magna Charter. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) The Magna Charter I’ll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons’ command On Runningmead Island in t’ middle of t’ Thames By King John, as were known as ”Lack Land.” Some say it were wrong of […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Aggie the Elephant. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Aggie the Elephant When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road He made each one hold fast with his trunk To the tail of the elephant walking in front To stop them from doing a bunk. There were fifteen in […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Joe Ramsbottom. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Joe Ramsbottom Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name; And the Gosletts came over with William the First, And found Ramsbottoms here when they came. One day Joe were ploughing his three-acre field […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Gunner Joe. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Gunner Joe I’ll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi’ Nelson at Battle ’Trafalgar, Joe Moggeridge, that were his name. He were one of the crew of the Victory, His […]
English Poetry. Marriott Edgar. Goalkeeper Joe. Мариотт Эдгар.
Marriott Edgar (Мариотт Эдгар) Goalkeeper Joe Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West Wigan Whippets, On days when they turned out one short. He’d been member of club for […]